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A Molly Ivins article.

DIGYOUROWNGRAVE.COM - Tortoise Adopts Baby Hippo

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What more could I add?


“After it was swept away and lost its mother, the hippo was traumatized. It had to look for something to be a surrogate mother. Fortunately, it landed on the tortoise and established a strong bond. They swim, eat and sleep together...”

Newsday.com: New Zealand Man Tries to Rob Bank by Phone

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"WELLINGTON, New Zealand -- A man who robbed a New Zealand bank was so disappointed with his haul he tried again -- this time by phone, police said Saturday."

Animal Garden

Animal Garden

We admire the jester-king, Mukwa.
We wish to soar with Stoic Miigizi.
We never heard of goats.

We long to match Atlantic Salmon...
in its Herculean achievement.

We are meat of swine.

You spoke to me... of the playfulness of Otter.
You talked me into a case of Dermatitis Algans.
You lied about your dog.
You scent-lead me into your Minkish den;
My body... grew dependent on honey.

We are “meat of swine”.

I found a baby Robin in the gutter.
It hated me, for bending down to help it.
It shat in my hand.

Penguin stabbed me, in the right kidney.
Goddamn Crack-Penguins.

We are “meat of swine”.

They lead Jolie BIRCH to Randy Moose.
They pickled the seed of Archie Belaney.
They suckled vitreous humour, from Sabé.
They bolster PC campaigns of Slime Eel
and counsel forgiveness.

We are “meat of swine”.

Nanabush sleeps off the hangover of five hundred years
and never wakes to help, any more.
But, occasionally, he will chuckle in his sleep and
some military jet falls out of the sky.

:Eric C Keast





Molly, demonic labrador retriever.



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